12 But You, O Lord, abide forever,
Psalm 102:12–15
And Your name to all generations.
13 You will arise and have compassion on Zion;
For it is time to be gracious to her,
For the appointed time has come.
14 Surely Your servants find pleasure in her stones
And feel pity for her dust.
15 So the nations will fear the name of the Lord
And all the kings of the earth Your glory.
Certainly Psalm 102 does not concern America, but Zion and its inhabitants, particularly a lonely tormented soul caught in the crossfire. This poetic self portrait of the writer is so illustrative it requires no comment, and is an accurate portrayal of my feelings at the moment.
6 I resemble a pelican of the wilderness;
Psalm 102:6–7
I have become like an owl of the waste places.
7 I lie awake,
I have become like a lonely bird on a housetop.
In it is also his lament at the hands of those inflicting extreme pain on him and for the apparent disinterest of Almighty God. In it (Psalm 102) is his honest assessment of the situation, a desperate plea for help, and a hopeful recital of God’s attributes and capabilities.
All this said to secondarily apply the Psalm to the present chaotic and corrosive condition in my country. I sincerely hope that a remnant of our citizens remains who still “find pleasure in her stones and feel pity for her dust.”
At the Gate 